Palm trees, an ocean breeze, and a sultry night on Miami Beach; after a light meal at Venutto’s, a 12th floor condo located near the beach becomes a haven for exploration.
Manager of Venutto’s, Laura Westin, and frequent customer and importer Benjamin Lazlo had a cordial business relationship over several years, from this Italian restaurant’s acquisition of imported specialties from Italy.
Laura never thought she’d ever be seen as anything more than a working acquaintance to Benjamin.
Yet, when a person least expects it, “Sometimes, Magic”.
In this contemporary romance, a person’s focus and perspective can shift on what’s right before their eyes.
White bra and white, cotton panties were her uniform of simplicity. Alas, the tingle of knotted complexity chimed within her being. Standing a few feet from him, she wondered if these garments were far from his cup of temptation's tea.
Fizzled carbonation was not whom this male was; for this man was a vaulted vintage of suave sobriety.
He made his move on her.
Warm hands on soft shoulders felt as if a thousand pounds of hesitation for being taken by a man had partially disappeared. Yet, there still remained something of an internal restraint she held tightly to.
He gazed at her and smiled. Not like a man about to consume or conquer a burgeoning buffet of pleasure. But, as a florist of charming calmness about to cultivate a woman's uninhibited blossoming. Three astutely chosen, petals of reassurance flowed from his lips, "....I want you".
Release.
